Lost in TV Land
Hekate stuffed a handful of peanut M & M's into her mouth and changed channels. Really, she wasn't a big fan of chocolate, but peanuts....peanuts were good. Chocolate coated ones were even better.
Down on the floor beside Hekate's chair, her weasel desperately tried to eat the slippery little conundrum that was a yellow peanut M & M. Unlike hands, claws were not very good for catching and holding hard-shelled candy. Just as the weasel finally thought it had the funny smelling peanut, its claw slipped and the M & M skittered across the floor.
As the weasel chased its candy snack, Hekate continued to flick channels. Nothing was on. Or to put it more correctly, nothing good was on. Oh sure, she could just wave her hand and put something on that she liked, instead of all those reality tv but not programmes, but it was better when the shows you wanted showed up at random. It felt...special.
Eh, what the hell. They'd never show the A Team at this time of day anyway if it wasn't for her intervention.
As the neverending theme tune blared out in stereo, Hekate picked up her weasel and set it down on the arm of her chair, ending its battle with the yellow M & M. Putting a bowl of freshly chopped beef on the floor, in front of the dogs that law by her feet, Hekate settled back in her chair to watch one of her shows.
And they said ignorance wasn't bliss? What a bunch of godsdamned fools.
Down on the floor beside Hekate's chair, her weasel desperately tried to eat the slippery little conundrum that was a yellow peanut M & M. Unlike hands, claws were not very good for catching and holding hard-shelled candy. Just as the weasel finally thought it had the funny smelling peanut, its claw slipped and the M & M skittered across the floor.
As the weasel chased its candy snack, Hekate continued to flick channels. Nothing was on. Or to put it more correctly, nothing good was on. Oh sure, she could just wave her hand and put something on that she liked, instead of all those reality tv but not programmes, but it was better when the shows you wanted showed up at random. It felt...special.
Eh, what the hell. They'd never show the A Team at this time of day anyway if it wasn't for her intervention.
As the neverending theme tune blared out in stereo, Hekate picked up her weasel and set it down on the arm of her chair, ending its battle with the yellow M & M. Putting a bowl of freshly chopped beef on the floor, in front of the dogs that law by her feet, Hekate settled back in her chair to watch one of her shows.
And they said ignorance wasn't bliss? What a bunch of godsdamned fools.